Currently:
Feeling a tad under the weather
Shuffling around the house in my favorite/most embarrassing fuzzy wuzzy slippers.
Leaving a cloud of tissues in nearly every room
Semi-engaged in an episode of Grey’s Anatomy
Gunmetal and navy nail polish painting
Loving and laughing over the perfectly understandable moment captured in this photograph.
Flipping the pages of Vogue Espana
Contemplating buying new savage kicks, the only remedy I can muster.
Too tired, too groggy… going back to the land of nod
(Image: Storytime)
Must've been feeling a bit Guns N' Roses... With the celebratory catawampus winding down like an elderly jack-in-the-box leftover from the fades of childhood memory, we meant for a subdued and only mildly scandalous New Year’s Eve. A slight difference from the model of fulsome traditions, our intimate dinner party--fully fledged in the company of my love child camera, tippy top hats, and cocktails--came in with a whisper and went out with a bang. And as I stare to the horizon of 2009 and to all the rock’n possibilities sauntering forward with the New Year… a smile washes over. And into this vast internet superhighway, warmest wishes go out to The Minx and Fashionably Early , both ever lovely (!!!)… thank you for my blog awards. Colin Stuart ankle boots. Tripp studded gloves and shredded skinnies. Vintage (faux) caplet. Nordstrom-Savvy scarf.